Imprinted with the Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 53

As I focused on cutting the meat diligently, Chase gave no answer. When I lifted my head, thud, the documents in his hand were lightly tossed onto the table.

What? Is he angry?

As I blinked, Chase suddenly snatched my plate away. Then he even took the fork and knife from my hands and began cutting the meat roughly.

“You’re really slow.”

It’s not that slow. Chase started slicing the steak swiftly. Out of habit, he cut it a bit large, the size he usually ate, then tilted his head and checked what I had cut.

After confirming that the pieces I had cut were much smaller than his, Chase furrowed his brows briefly. Then he cut the meat into smaller pieces, placed the fork and knife down with satisfaction, pushed the plate toward me, and without another word, picked the documents back up.

Without complaining, I pulled the plate toward me and took the fork. The meat had been cut small to suit me, so it looked like the amount had increased greatly. As I put a piece into my mouth, Chase spoke again.

“That matter of yours I requested from His Majesty the Emperor last time. I got word that the paperwork has been completed. I’m going to retrieve it.”

If it’s my paperwork, then it’s that matter of removing my name from the Grace family. So now, I’m no longer part of the family officially either. I’ll still use the surname Grace, but still.

“You’re going yourself to retrieve those documents?”

“If I don’t go, who will?”

“No, I was just wondering if it was really necessary.”

He could send Anthony or Logan, and even if not them, there were plenty of other attendants. Yet he was going himself.

“I like things to be certain. Especially when it comes to you, I want to be even more certain.”

Chase spoke as if he had read my thoughts.

“I see. Thank you.”

In any case, I was no longer Grace, even on paper. I felt much lighter than when I had first heard that I would no longer be family with them. Maybe that’s why the meat suddenly went down easily.

After finishing the meal, I patted my full stomach and wiped my mouth with a napkin when Chase signaled toward the kitchen. A maid then brought over a red drink in a tall glass.

“What is it?”

“A nutritional drink.”

Was the steak not the end? I was too full to drink this… Chase looked down at me with firm eyes, as if there was no room for refusal.

“Drink.”

Thinking that I was getting ordered quite a lot today, I picked up the glass.

“What does it taste like?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re giving me something you don’t even know?”

“I’m not weak enough to need something like that.”

When he says it like that, I have nothing to argue with. This man looks like he could take down a bear with his bare hands. I quietly sniffed it, but the scent seemed fine.

“Drink it in one go.”

I felt a strange uneasiness, but with the atmosphere making it clear I had to drink it, I poured it into my mouth in one shot.

Hm. It’s not that bad…

“Ugh..”

After swallowing it all, an intense bitterness suddenly spread through my whole body with a jolt. It felt like drinking an extremely concentrated herbal medicine. Trembling all over, I fumbled around looking for a glass of water.

But just as I was about to grab it, Chase swiftly snatched it away.

What is wrong with that man!?

“Water! Give me water! It’s too bitter!”

I shouted sincerely, but Chase replied with complete ease.

“You can’t drink water for ten minutes after that.”

“Why!?”

“That’s just how it is.”

“There’s no such thing!”

“There is. Here.”

As he said that, Chase crooked his lips.

Is he crazy? No matter how I look at it, it just seems like he’s teasing me. When I glared at him with eyes burning with anger, Chase smiled even more, as if amused, and gently tried to soothe me.

“It needs time to be absorbed. Endure it.”

You idiot! Then you should have said that from the start. I drank it without any mental preparation, and right now absorption or whatever isn’t the problem!

I abruptly stood up and walked around the table toward him.

“At this level, it would’ve been absorbed the moment I drank it! So give me water!”

“No.”

“I said it’s too bitter!”

“You’re getting informal.”

Chase stretched his long arm upward, blocking my reach to the cup. As we struggled, the bitterness in my mouth only grew worse. I had never tasted anything this terrible.

“I’m going to throw up!”

“That would be troublesome.”

Even at my loud threat, he didn’t care. Instead, he playfully swayed the glass of water.

Ah!
I climbed onto the chair. Just as I tried to snatch the glass, Chase suddenly stood up and placed the water on top of a high cabinet.